Five days after the equinox, a hint of spring finally arrived! We set off aimlessly down the road, just eager to be out in the sunshine. At the corner, we watched a stupid man with a beard and shades manoeuvring his car dangerously until we could cross safely. Proceeding to Old Gate, we got splattered by a power washer.
Further on, a kid called across the road to me: “I like your hair. I’m ginger too!” It crossed my mind to inform him that mine was dyed, but decided to be kind and just smiled instead.
We could hear a brass band and turning onto Saint George bridge we saw the junior band playing on the patio of the Town Hall. A neighbour appeared with a woman waving a palm. We continued up Hangingroyd to Salem Fields.
On the riverside, buds and flowers had popped out everywhere (and about time too, after the cold, harsh winter). Blooms of narcissi, anemone and the last of the snowdrops sprung from verges while catkins hung overhead. At the bowling hut we took an upward turn and admired a cascading stream behind. We started to clamber up an ‘animal path’. It proved rather dodgy.
Returning to the track, we took a sharp left and walked upwards, where sycamore trees were being strangled by poison ivy, to cross the top of the stream.
Hareshaw and Tinker Bank woods showed less signs of life, and Hollins as dank as ever. Approaching the garden gate for our familiar shortcut, we heard loud barking. A man on the other side controlled the dog – which turned out to be tiny and made us laugh.
We kept to the top path, emerging on Moss Lane where the moon hovered in a blue sky. We went down Rose Grove and into town. After a couple of errands, we returned home a different way to avoid another splattering. I greeted a neighbour out gardening and said “Spring at last!” He responded by saying that it would be snowing again by Wednesday (it didn’t but did the following week).
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